Oh come on, Lars. [Sadie laughs, letting Lars drift towards the door. She touches the water to test it, and brings her hand back quickly with a frantic little shake; it's still pretty cold. She bites her lip, absently watching the water. Her anxiety is welling, knowing that it's gonna sting like a bitch. Not that it doesn't already.] We don't actually know that I'm actually gonna turn into some spunky jerk.

Maybe all the manticores you met were just—that way...coincidentally.